


Down in the dungeons

by JosieCarioca



Series: 2021 Valentine's Day Lemonade Special [5]
Category: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Genre: Choking, Dom/sub, F/M, Oral Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Punishment, Sexual Roleplay, Spanking
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2021-02-28
Updated: 2021-02-28
Packaged: 2021-03-12 16:40:44
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,083
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29762544
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/JosieCarioca/pseuds/JosieCarioca
Summary: Last story of the 2021 Valentine's Day SpecialEvelyn finally gets to see Severus old quarters in Hogwarts.
Relationships: Severus Snape x Evelyn Black, Severus Snape/Original Female Character(s)
Series: 2021 Valentine's Day Lemonade Special [5]
Series URL: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2149749
Kudos: 11





	Down in the dungeons

Prompts: Spanking/punishment (sent by [@artisticreptilequeen](https://artisticreptilequeen.tumblr.com/) ) + Daddy/dom kink (sent by [@siriuslysircadogan](https://siriuslysircadogan.tumblr.com/) ) + dry humping (sent by [@snapescapadesafterdark](https://snapescapadesafterdark.tumblr.com/))

Location: Severus old chambers in Hogwarts

  
  


Down in the dungeons.

  
  


It felt odd going down the corridors of Hogwarts to his old chambers.

It had been another life, it seemed, when the Wizarding School had been the closest thing to “home” he had. Now, as he went down to the dungeons with Evelyn by his side, their steps echoing through the empty corridors (thankfully most students were back home for the holidays), everything looked different...everything _felt_ different. There was a time his entire existence was confined to these stone walls, with the occasional gloomy summers spent locked away in his Spinner's End house, which had never felt like home, if he was to be honest, at least not in the way “home” feels to most people. But now Severus had a home of his own, he had a life of his own, a family, places to go and things to do that didn't gravitate around Hogwarts and what it needed of him.

So Hogwarts didn´t feel like home as much as it felt like...he couldn´t rightly say what it felt like. There was nostalgia to it, to every corner, room and staircase that held a memory, sweet or bitter. But it wasn´t home. And it no longer demanded his absolute loyalty, his unfaltering sacrifice. Somehow, looking at it now, Hogwarts only looked like a collection of stone walls.

"I finally get to know Hogwarts properly...” Evelyn told him, holding his hand. The tone of her voice was soft and quiet. As if she somehow feared to be intruding into his thoughts, into his memories. Severus appreciated the care, but she didn't have to. He preferred it when the sound of her voice silenced some of the memories Hogwarts brought to him.

“First impressions?”

“Where do I begin? To see an actual 9th century castle that has been continuously occupied since its building...and to be entirely honest, sometimes I think it will take me a few decades to stop being ovewhelmed by magic, even if I see it at work every day.”

“Trust me, it will get boring after a while...”

“How about you?”

“What about me?”

“How are you feeling?.”

“To be entirely honest. It's just...strange. I guess I've spent so much time of my life here that...” he sighed “...sometimes even sad memories can be comforting if you´ve lived with them long enough, I suppose.”

“Here we are.” Severus stopped at the door “My old quarters. I suppose I should offer apologies in advance.”

“Whatever for?”

“I'm afraid it's not the most comfortable place in the world to spend the night.” That was a gross understatement, he thought to himself.

“You´re telling me a medieval chamber in a literal dungeon is not exactly the Ritz-Carlton? I'm shocked, shocked I say!” she said, over-dramatically faking surprise. He had to smile. Maybe spending the night here wasn´t going to be as dull as he expected.

Severus opened the door and let her in first. Then, he closed the door behind him looked around.

“Well, it looks better than it was when I left.”

The room looked quite different indeed. The bed had been fitted with new and crisp celery green beddings and drapery. The window curtains were also new, dark green, as was the rug. There were fresh white roses on the nightable. His old bookcase was dusted and rearraged, the trunk had been moved to the foot of the bed to make room for a small chest of drawers.

“Minerva?” Evelyn looked at him with a knowing smile.

“Minerva...” he nodded.

“It doesn't look nearly as dungeon-like as I expected.”

“What exactly were you expecting?” he laughed “Chains, shackles, whips?”

“That'd be fun, actually...”

“You´re impossible.”

“I´ll tell you what I wasn´t expecting: a room with a view to the depths of the lake.” she mused, moving closer to the window to peer into the dark, greenish, waters outside like a child visiting an aquarium for the first time. “To be completely honest I was quite taken aback by the fact that your old quarters were down here...and the Slytherin dormitories! Why have children sleep in a cold dungeon to begin with?"

"Why not? We have the best insulation in the whole castle."

“Actually,I beg to differ! It´s dreadfully cold down here!"

“There are ways to remedy that." he walked over to her and pulled her closer, wrapping her inside his coat, hugging her close to him.

“What changes did Minerva make around here?” She asked, resting her head on his chest.

“The beddings, the drapery, the rug, the flowers, and that chest of drawers.”

“You didn´t even have that?”

“I had two changes of teaching robes, and one set of formal robes. Other than that, nightshirts, socks, underwear...nothing that occupied much space. A trunk was more than enough. But... are you alright with this? As much as Minerva redecorated, it still isn´t exactly the Ritz-Carlton..."

"This is perfectly fine, trust me...Just freezing cold, seriously, how did you deal? That fireplace barely makes any difference!"

“I think a warm bath will do you good. And I believe some of my old clothes are still here, we can find you somehting warm to sleep in.”

…

  
  


Severus found the warmest nightshirt he had and put it on top of the trunk for her. Then he undressed down to his pants and undershirt. He would never understand how Evelyn could go swimming in the open, gelid waters of the North Atlantic in the middle of the bitterest winter, and yet, somehow, had a too fragile constitution for the slightest chill while indoors. It wasn´t even that cold, truth be told. The humid chill tingled pleasantly, and the floor beneath his feet was only cool enough to make the warmth of the fire feel more comforting.

Laying on top of the bedcovers, he closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the lake as its waters licked the windows, singing its liquid song. The tune hadn´t changed from the time he had been a young boy, reading till the wee hours of the morning in the Slytherin dormitory, dreaming of the great things he could one day do with his life, if only he survived another day in the courtyard. If only he could take being humiliated and stomped on for a little while longer, then one day he would make something of himself.

Decades later, here he was, listening to the liquid song of the lake, making plans for the future once again, for the first time since his childhood. But this time around, they weren't just the lofty, impossible dreams of a lonely little boy.

Now he was a grown man, rebuilding his life little by little, brick by brick.

And this time he wouldn´t do it alone.

Severus felt the matress cave and opened his eyes to see Evelyn, wearing the nightshirt he'd left out for her, crawling her way under the covers.

“Move!” she pushed him playfully, before muttering a few choice words about how cold it was.

"Are you ok?" he laughed, moving to give her space to get comfortable.

"I´m freezing! I sincerely hope the Slytherin students have better insulation than this."

“You can´t possibly be THAT cold." he chided, scooting closer to her.

"You´re far too unbothered by the cold for a snake"

"Snakes have ways of getting warm. Get out from under there and I'll show you."

“If I catch something, it´s all your fault." she yelped with theatric outrage, when he pulled the covers and blankets away from her.

Amused, Severus reached for his wand on the nightable and pointed it at the fireplace, rekindling the flame to make the room warmer. He moved his wand again, and the drapperies of the bed all closed, except for the side that faced the fire. Another flick of his wrist and the candles dimmed. With the sounds of the lake outside, it almost felt as if the bed was floating in an ocean of darkness, if not by the soft glow of the fire, painting shades of amber and casting long shadows around them.

"You didn´t have to take my blankets to that." she grumbled, but melted into him when he pulled her closer, his hand firm on the back of her neck as leaned over her for a kiss. Her hands were indeed awfuly cold when she stuck them under his shirt, resting the palms against his back. He tangled his legs into hers, and his arm around her waist.

“To be honest, I never much cared for making this room more hospitable...” he mused, looking at the fire as Evelyn laid on his chest “I would spend most nights at my office to be honest"

"...or patrolling the halls..."

"Excuse me? How do you even know that?"

"I´ve been told..." she sat up and looked at him with a grin.

"I have a rather good idea of who told you that.” he scoffed.

"Did you seriously patrol the halls at night?!"

"You´ve never been a teacher at a boarding school love...It requires 24 hours a day dedication"

"Oh, I´m sure it had nothing whatsoever to do with your sadistic pleasure in catching students up to no good and punishing them for it"

"Eh, a man needs hobbies."

"Thank the Lord I never had a teacher like you. I´d be in trouble every other day."

"Oh, is that so? Interesting... I was under the impression you were a model student...”

"And I was. But even model students get in trouble too...particularly if they have mean, grumpy teachers who patrol the halls all day and night looking for the slightest reason to punish them."

"I´m starting to think that if I had been your teacher I´d actually have reasons to punish you."

"If you had been my teacher, I may actually have enjoyed that...”

“How naughty of you...” Severus laughed in spite of himself.

The lake kept singing its liquid song of dreams outside, as her mouth found his again.

“So, that's what the good Fr. O´Shea did that made you fall in love with him? Caught you misbehaving and...what? Gave you detention?” he teased as she bit his lower lip.

Evelyn sniggered.

“Fr. O´Shea... the dark haired, stoic, byronic Fr. O´Shea...come to think of it, I guess I´ve always had a type.”

“Explains why you´ve taken such a liking to my black robes...”

“Catholic school is responsible for many a kink, love...”

Her hands were a bit warmer when they took his undershirt off, as they trested on his shoulders, then drew a lazy carress across his chest. Severus leaned back against the headboard, claiming her lips once again as she leaned in, laying on him, seeking the warmth of his skin. Beneath the fabric, his hands found soft, supple flesh and nothing else. He knew she wasn´t wearing anything underneath, but the feeling of naked skin under the nightshirt still gave him a hot chill.

She shifted on his lap to straddle his thigh. Severus held on to her hips as they began to move, to roll, slowly. She´s surely warmer now, he notices. Her thigh pressing against his groin, her mouth on his, her hands sliding from his sides to his back as she hug him to her, pressing her breasts to his chest so he can nearly feel her heartbeat, all of her is warm now. Her hips keep moving, faster.

Severus feels her tremble when he parts with her mouth to slightly bite at her neck. He sinks his teeth then sucks at the offended skin, leaving a mark on his wake, making her spine contort in a violent shiver, She's so ticklish, he thinks, amused. The fabric gives way, sliding off her to give passage to his lips as, little by little, they form a trail of lovebites down her chest. The next morning the red and purple bruises will be safely hidden under layers of heavy, warm, clothes, and just the two of them will know they´re there. But a part of him wants the world to see them. It´s perverse, in way, to take this much pleasure in marking her. It's perverse in such a delicious way, he thinks, grazing her nipple with his teeth, hard enough for her squirm and hiss like a startled snake.

Severus grunts inside his throat as Evelyn keeps moving. She´s so warm, he can feel her arousal, hot and slick as she keeps rubbing against his leg, as he thigh keeps pressing up against his now erect cock. She moans, and the sound is low, husky and thick. He feels like he could let her keeping doing that till she peaks. It certainly looks like she could.

But he´s feeling a bit... mean.

"You do realize this is not appropriate behaviour for school grounds, right?" he groans, leaving it to her to pick up the hint. Mercifully, she does

"Good thing I'm not a student, and you´re not a teacher, then...”

“A modicum of decorum is still required, even for a guest. There´s a few things you must learn about Hogwarts. And one of the most important ones is: we are not as soft with punishment as muggle teaching stablishments are."

“I can tell you´re not soft” she rasped, reaching a hand down to cup his erection over his pants. “Not soft by any means.”

“Now you´re just being willfully petulant and we cannot have that.”

“So you´ll have to punish me? I´m guessing detention is not an option, so...what then?”

"Well, it is a Medieval instutition that works under medieval rules...Corporal punishment may be called upon to deal with severe behaviour issues..."

  
  


….

  
  


Evelyn knew the smack was coming when she felt Severus hand hike up the nightshirt and expose her to the frigid air around them. It still hurt when his hand hit her flesh, hard and stark, and hot.

"Fuck, Sev!" she let out, without thinking.

“Language, my dear, language." Severus shook his head in disapproval before smacking her again, exactly on the same spot. It sent a jolt of energy across her whole body and, without even intending to, she ground harder down Severus leg. A few more of these and she just might come like that, dry humping him without any other stimulus other than his hand hitting her flesh and his voice going on about how bad she was.

“Not on the same side! Goddamnit!”

"Are you under the impression you get to make any choices here? Not until you show a little respect."

Evelyn looked at him. The gleam on his eyes looked downright predatory.

This was going to be fun.

"I´m NOT calling you, 'sir' if that´s what you´re getting at.”

“Do you want me to get the belt?”

“No, no, please...”

“Please...?”

“Please, sir...not the belt” Evelyn made sure to whisper it as softly as she can, feeling the rush of adrenaline wash over her already.

“That's better. Still... something must be done about this attittude of yours."

"You already punished me. TWICE. On the same cheek."

"Want me to even it out?"

To make his point, he slaps her on the other buttcheek.

"Fuck!" she hisses, startled

"Evelyn, dear, that won´t do...If you are to spend any length time in a strict stablishment like Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft, you must learn how to conduct yourself appropriately. We must correct your behaviour immediately. Come on, assume the position"

"Do I have to?” Evelyn tries to sound dismayed, she earnestly does. But it's hard to, when she does, indeed, want him to put her over his knee and...discipline her. Throughly. Untill she´s sore and wet and thoroughly disciplined. She almost wants to ask him to get his old teaching robes from the trunk. Maybe some other time...Certainly Minerva wouldn´t mind if they took them home as a souvenir...

"Yes, you have to. Don't be a brat.” his tone mellowed “And don´t make me say it twice or it will be worse."

Evelyn gets up, as excruciatingly slow as she can. Sure, she´s the one getting the spanking, but that doesn´t mean she can´t torment him a bit as well, she thinks. Then, she meekly waits for him to sit on the edge of the bed and call her over, as if he would call a kitten to his lap.

“Get a pillow if you need. These halls have an awful echo, and we don´t want anybody to hear you.” he tells her as she lays across his lap. Evelyn reaches for a a pillow as suggested and waits.

“Can't you just use a silencing charm?”

“There you go, being petulant again.”

She's thankful for the fireplace when he lifts the nightshirt. Or maybe it's just the accelerated bloodflow from the initial spanking that´s making her feel pleasantly warm?

“I trust that you´re not cold anymore..." Severus comments, his hand gently caressing the spots he had just hit not a minute before.

"No.”

"Good." and without saying anythingelse he proceeds to give her a lighter spanking. Just a series of small slaps in fast succession alternating between her two cheeks. To get the blood flowing, to warm her up, so she can last longue when the hard slaps start. Evelyn smiles to herself. At first she had to convince him to even try this, but now? Now he had perfected the tecnhique. A consumate scholar, he was...

Severus knows exactly how to make it last. And it does last. Several minutes. He applies just enough force for her to feel it burn, but not enough to make it uncomfortable...yet. There´s just this slight sting to it, a warm prickly sensation spreading across her ass and thighs and down her sex...something like the light buzz one gets after a few drinks, just before being truly drunk.

She knows it´s coming any minute, and yet, she allows herself to relax. It´s better like this, when she doesn´t brace for the pain. When it comes all at once after she's made herself comfortable.

Then it comes. That first, hard slap. The one that´s going to leave a red, angry mark on her flesh. She nearly jumps out of her skin, a jolt of electricity coursing through her spine coming from her sex.

Raw pleasure, through the stinging, bitting pain.

Then another.

And another.

Harder each time.

She screams into the pillow.

"It hurts!" she whimpers after finally finding her voice, when she can just barely take anymore.

"It´s supposed to hurt." he tells her calmly, as his hand descends upon her flesh again and again.

She's on fire. It hurts, and it burns, and it´s taking her to the brink of an orgasm.

Evelyn can feel it pooling, brewing between her thighs, as he flesh bounces with each hit.

She knows it's coming.

And so does Severus, for he stops.

"I think that´s enough. So, will you be a good girl now?"

"Yes...” she whines, frustrated.

She was so close.

“What?" he demands, giving her one last slap, that fails to push her any closer to relief

"Yes, I'll be a good girl, I´m sorry."

"That´s better." he says, softly. His hand gently strokes the expanse of raw, castigated flesh, as if admiring his own handiwork.

Evelyn feels like she could die when he dipped his fingers down between her thighs, running them along the slick, engorded folds of her sex.

"You´re dripping wet, for shame..."

"I can´t help that!"

"I suppose you can´t.”

Severus continues to caress her, and for a moment she sighs in relief, thinking that maybe he´ll give her a moment of respite. Then she realizes he's only going to torment her a little more. He´s pointely avoiding her clitoris, making sure to not dip his fingers inside of her too deeply. Denying her any relief, Just prolonging her frustration.

Evelyn knows this game. They´ve played it before. If she complains or asks for it he's not going to give it to her. With an powerless whimper, she squirms, rolls her hips, hoping he'll be satisfied with the display of submission.

“Cat got your tongue?” he provoked “Or you´ve finally learned to control that smart mouth of yours?”

She didn´t say anything. Just moaned and nodded her head.

He seemed satisfied.

Evelyn bit her lower lip hard when she felt the tips of his fingers dip low to find her clitoris and start stroking. She wanted to curse, she needed to. But she couldn´t. She promised she´d behave. Her hips, ass, thighs, everything from the waist down was sore and burning. It was almost too much. She shoved her face into the pillow as Severus stroked her orgasm out of her. Didn´t take him long, honestly. The spanking had brought her halfway to the brink, all he had to do was gently nudge her towards the fall.

For a moment she forgets how to breathe, how to even moan. She knows she´s trembling so hard Severus had to hold on to her, his erm firmly wrapped around her hips.

The room around her disappears for a moment. The cold, the hot air from the fireplace licking at her exposed skin, the sound of water outside, everything disappears, and there's only her pleasure dripping from her and Severus' voice, thick with desire, telling her how much of a good girl she is.

“Can you stand, love?” Severus asks once her breath has returned to her lungs.

He helps her up and the cold stone under her feet feels like a balm.

“It wasn't so bad, now was it?” he kisses her, slow and gentle, hodling her close, as her shaky legs wouldn´t be able to hold her up.

“Now...” he broke the kiss just enough to be able to talk.”...shall we find a better use for that smart mouth?”

Evelyn nodded, unable to contain a smile. She had, after all, promised, she´d be a good girl...And she could be very, very good.

“Yes, sir...” she breathed out, pulling his pants down to free his erection, without breaking eye contact, as she sat on the bed.

She could be very good indeed.

  
  


…

  
  


Severus drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to control himself, as he felt her tongue lick the underside of him from base to tip. He wasn´t sure how he hadn't come all over himself just from having her trashing about on his lap, squirming and moaning as he spanked her. Surely it would take every ouce of his self control not to finish in her mouth, he thought, feeling himself hit the back of her throat and the wet humming spreading across his length.

His first impulse was to grab her hair and move his hips, but he had been mean enough to her for the night. So he ran his hand through that luscious mane of chestnut brown hair, gatheting it away from her face and just...relaxed.

“That's my good girl” he crooned “Keep going love. You do it...just...so...well. Merlin's...fu...ah...” his words were leaving him. He looked down.

The light of the fire reflected on those golden-brown eyes. Fiery gold looking up at him, as she took him out of his mouth and started to stroke him. That self-satified smile on those wet, plump lips.

It was hopeless, he thought. No matter what roles they chose to play, she would always break him into blind, willing obedience in the end.

Those golden-brown eyes of hers. Those eagle eyes of hers,..

“Bed, now...” he nearly growled, trying to regain control.

Evelyn does so. Slowly... Taking her time... Taking the nightshirt off, letting him savor the sight of the fabric bearing her skin. He doesn´t mind it. It gives him ample opportunity to contemplate his handywork. The way he painted red all over her ass...red is indeed her colour. She always looks stunning in red.

Laid across the nice, sensible floral beddings Minerva had chosen, naked and sore, her breath hitched, hair wild, spread across the pillows, all flushed rose and red over the constelations of freckles that decorated the heaven on earth that was her body, Evelyn was almost too much to behold.

He climbed on the bed and knelt between her legs.

“Hold them up, love...” he said. Obediently, Evelyn held her legs up, opening herself to him. Severus leaned over her, taking himself in his hand, wondering if it would be just too much to tease her a little more.

"What do we say, love?" he asked, sliding the length of his erection against her sex. Not entering... not just yet.

“..Please..."

"Please what?"

"Please, fuck me..."

"Since you asked nicely..."

…

  
  


Severus pushed into her slower than she would have preferred, thrusting a couple times just as maddeningly slow. But she knows he can´t last much longer...She made sure of it.

She's so sore, so achingly sore, and warm, and...it feels like she´s going to faint.

Severus leans closer, and pushes down on her, squishing her, folding her against the bed. Her breath comes a little more difficult to her, and she´s just so...full...just so full of him. Breaching her though her already wet and overestimulated flesh, compounding pleasure, on top of pleasure, till she´s almost too dazed to do anything about it other than just feel it, let it overwhelm her.

So... full...

The air is leaving her lungs.

“Sev...please...”

His mouth is on hers. Her hips left the support of the bed beneath her, as Severus has them lifted, her thighs resting on his chest, her knees on his shoulders, his legs under her, as he slams into her again, and again. As every inch of her aches and burns.

It´s getting hard to breathe...

it´s making her head light.

“Please what, love?” he gasps, picking up speed, running his fingers through her hair..

So full..

So dizzy.

She needs more of this...she needs her breath in his hands, she needs him to take it all from her, to take her pleasure, his pleasure, to take everything she has, the very air out of her lungs.

“Choke me...”

Evelyn can feel his pace falter.

“You´re sure?” there's concern on his voice. So much of it. God, she loves him so much for it.

“I´m so fucking close, Sev, please.” she begs, all pretense of role play and games forgotten, abandoned in favor of the primal urge for release.

He brings his right hand to rest against her collarbone, not putting any pressure and waits. Waits for her confirmation. Waits for her to tell him he can. Evelyn looks into his eyes and nods, mouthing a breathless yes. That´s the permission he needed: he closes his hand on her neck, putting pressure. He knows how to do it. Just enough. He's careful, consideate. It doesn't hurt. He nows how to do it so it doesn't. Just enough pressure that it feels like...like holding your bretath under water. Just for a few moments, that feeling of being under the water, just before erupting to the surface.

Severus thrusts into her hard, and she knows he wants to get her to come already. He´s had enough of this game. He needs release and he needs her to be released. He probably thinks they went to far. Bless this man, she thought. Whatever would she do without him?

She´s dizzy.

Full of him.

Raw.

He keeps going. The pressure on her neck relents, and his mouth is on hers. Evelyn moans into his lips as the enormity of it hits her all at once.

  
  


…

  
  


Severus feels her draw her breath against his lips, he drinks her strangled whimpers and moans. She´s pulsing around him, quivering. Every last inch of skin and flesh, trembling. She´s a live wire, all nerves. She´s breathing again, sucking in the air, as he continues to drive into her again and again, through the afterwaves of her orgasm. He´s relieved. He'd feared he´d gone too far past the breaking point.

He's relieved, but he's not done yet.

He rests his head into the crook of her neck, knowing he can barely hold his weight off of her. He can feel her arms around him, comforting, soothing. His hips keep moving, erratically, without method or rhythm, until he too tips over the edge, buring his face into her chest, inhaling her scent, tasting her sweat, only vaguely aware of her hand, gently running through his hair, lulling him into his own climax.

Severus forces himself to move once it's done. He would love nothing more than to stay where he is, to just sleep by the comfort of her body around him. But he can't.

“Lynz...” he reluctantly breaks away from her, looking down at her face. He finds her eyes closed, nostrils still flared as she catches her breath, red lips parted, almost smiling. “Are you ok?”

She opens her eyes, those golden-brown eyes, still reflecting the fire.

“Ask me again when I return to Earth...” she smiled

“I mean it, love...How are you doing?”

“Couldn´t be better...Trust me, you would know if something was wrong.”

“For a moment I feared I´d overdone it.”

“I´d have kicked out of this bed and into the lake long ago...”

Severus breathed a sigh of relief before laying next to her, his arm flung across her waist.

"Well, there´s something I thought I'd never do in this room"

"There´s a first time for everything...and a second...a third...I mean, it is a dungeon...it could use some whips and shackles...Minerva wouldn´t object to us visiting again.”

"God, you have no shame"

"What good would 'shame' do me anyway?”

  
  



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